Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me, I just borrowed it for play.
A/N: I know it's rough, but I kind of like it. Also I would like to mention that at the time Jimmy (Cass's vessel) would be a preteen/teenager, so Cass probably would find someone else to possess. And so I went with that.
A/N2: If you've read this before, I have changed details. Please re-read to prevent further chapters from confusing you.
When John Winchester busted in the door of a pub that had been vacated over ten years prior, the thing inside hardly flinched. No, it didn't even look up as it wiped off its long knife with the shirt of it's dead victim. John didn't think twice when he shot a round of iron into it's back. The problem is, it didn't even flinch then, it just turned around and stared at him, it's eyes wide and staring into his very soul.
"You're welcome," it said to him. The thing was in the guise of a pretty woman, tall, thin and beautiful. She was just his type. "Had you arrived earlier you could have been harmed."
"And just who the hell are you?" John replied gruffly, pulling out a can of salt, most likely to throw at her. He did.
"It is not of import," she said, spitting out salt and wiping off her pale face. She was covered in freckles, and pale strawberry blond hair. Built thin, but tall, she seemed frail. She sheathed her long silver knife, which was a type of weapon John couldn't identify and spoke again, "What does matter is that you are ready for the coming war."
"War?" John sounded mystified. He had only discovered the truth about the world a few months earlier, and as much as he learned, it only seemed to be a fraction of what was out there. He stood dumbfounded, with his Winchester shotgun in one hand, and a can of salt in the other, wondering if a knife would work better.
"I have to stop it. Maybe I could not stop your wife dying, but maybe if I do this, we can salvage the situation."
The being had John's attention and he brought up his gun to her head as she began to walk towards him.
"What does this have to do with Mary? Did you kill her?" John's face seemed to screw up with frustration. The woman's face and tone remained completely calm, and seemed to possess no emotion, except for the sudden curl of her lips as she spoke.
"No, I did not," she said, looking him in the eye. There was something strangely innocent about it.
"Your wife was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You already know what happened to your son. At least, part of it. I want to help you. The thing that killed her is planning something we can't stop. You can."
John swallowed and lowered his weapon, nodding eagerly. He wanted more than anything than to catch his wife's killer. The being reached into her coat pocket and handed him a piece of paper with an address in South Dakota on it.
"Go here. The man here can teach you all you need to know about demons. You do this, and you will have the knowledge to defeat it," she said softly as she backed up, "John Winchester, go now. Dean is ill."
When John looked up from the scrap of paper, the woman was gone. He looked around at the littered bodies of people on the ground. There were two women, and one man, and their eyes appeared to have burned out of their skull. What was that thing?
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Twenty-six days later, John was listening to AC/DC's "Ride On" in his car, Dean asleep with Sam in his arms, as he drove to New Mexico from Bobby's house. He had been helpful if not irritating and hard to work with. To be fair, John knew he was often demanding and hard to work with himself. He burned with only one desire; to find the man who murdered his wife. At least Bobby helped care for Dean with his sudden fever. He nearly swerved when that woman popped into the passenger seat. Well, he did swerve into the other lane and then into the grooves on the side of the road trying to correct himself. He looked back at the boys and saw they were still asleep. John turned to glare at his passenger.
"Give a little warning next time. How do you do that anyway?"
The woman looked unconcerned as she turned her head, Creepily, John decided, like possession creepy, to regard him. John had learned quite a bit about possession from Bobby Singer, and had decided she was a demon. He already was forming a plan as she spoke.
"I have to stop it," she said, looking straight ahead again, "I have to stop it."
"Look, you are being really weird with all this cryptic nonsense. Tell me what the hell you want, for chrissakes!"
"I am sorry," the being said, looking down. For a moment, John almost felt bad. "It has been a long time since I have made contact with humans."
"What are you, exactly?"
"I cannot say. You can think of me as an enforcer. When balance is upset, we do not take kindly to it."
"That makes more sense," John muttered sarcastically, "And what exactly do you want of me?"
"To stop it."
"Stop what?"
"The Apocalypse," the being suddenly became tight lipped, as if it had said too much.
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No matter how John had pried and lost his temper, she said nothing all the way to the motel. As John got out of the car, the being flitted out without opening the door.
"Is there something wrong with walking?" He grumbled. It was then, in the light of the parking lot he could see her front was covered in blood. She had on an expensive looking suit too.
"Are you okay?" John asked, rushing towards her. She looked down and then back up to his gaze.
"It is not mine. Demons are sometimes messy."
"Hey, you can't just walk around covered in blood. People are going to notice. I'm going to go check in, then you need to shower and get into some clean clothes."
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While he was checking in, he bought a sweatsuit from the gift shop next door. John figured she didn't care about her looks, so it wouldn't matter if it was an ugly color of grey. He carried the boys up to the room and set them on one of the queen beds. Steam crept from underneath the door. At least it knew how to shower.
John dragged a chair from the desk over to the bathroom door and stood on it. He drew a pentagram he copied from a piece of paper in his hand with chalk he kept in his pocket. Bobby told him it would trap demons in it. John hated to do this sort of business with his kids there, but it wasn't like he could force this thing to do anything.
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When she walked out, completely naked and wet, John looked up from the book he had not been reading, waiting to see what would happen. With the door open, he could see a large puddle on the bathroom floor.
"What, did you not close the shower curtain?" He tossed his book on the floor and grabbed at the sides of his hair as he pushed by her in a hurry. He didn't want to lose his deposit. After John soaked up the mess with towels, he noticed she was still wet and staring at him naked through the doorway.
"Aw, jeez. You must be freezing," he mumbled as he got up and retrieved the last hand towel from the rack. He started to pat her dry, wondering why he cared at all. He would see in a moment if she could move from the spot she was in. She did, backing up suddenly as the towel brushed against her chest, her fair face going red.
"S-stop..." she stammered. John suddenly felt ashamed of himself, his pants growing tight.
"I'm sorry, miss. I don't even know your name." He tried to keep his eyes on her face, and held the hand towel strategically to block his view.
"Castiel," she whimpered.
"Castiel. A pretty name. You're obviously not a demon. But you talk about the Apocalypse like you know what's what. Tell me, what is it you think I can do to stop it." John whispered huskily as he moved closer, keeping his eyes locked on her wide, panicked gaze. He felt as if he could barely keep control.
"Kill the demon who killed your wife. If you discover the omens, you can track him. Have faith," Castiel stammered.
"Oh, I do have faith," John murmured as he dropped the towel, and crushed his lips against hers. She responded gently at first, and then pressed against him with a need that reminded him why he loved Mary so much. If he squinted, Castiel almost looked like her.
She pushed him onto the second queen bed, straddling his legs as she undid his belt. He shrugged out of his pants and shirt and rolled over on top of her. John guessed protection wouldn't be a problem.
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Castiel dismounted his lap, breathing heavily while she put on the motel sweatpants. Equally out of breath, John sat up to kiss her on the cheek and put an arm around her.
"I thought you weren't used to humans. Where did you learn that?" he asked huskily. Her reply was delivered simply, but was oddly cryptic.
"I learned that from the pizza man."
(I've decided to add a song list since this show that is so centered around music it practically demands it whilst I write.)
Song list:
Ride On - AC/DC